Visual Art
This move is going to shake my world again. It’s scary but I have learned that if it’s scary for the right reasons it will be exactly what I need. Alongside this faith in the process of growth, the circumstances from which this new future grew were too synchronistic to ignore.
Closing my eyes and allowing my hand to draw of its own accord, I would run the pen around the page. Afterwards I would study the shape I had created and try to think of ways I could characterise it somehow.
…and now, things are flowing, more rapidly as each day goes by. I am now officially self employed, I have moved into a wonderful house on the edge of Dartmoor, the walls drip with inspiration (or damp, it is 300 years old).
My paper moon moves with me
Continuum connection
Matching my speed
With interstellar accuracy
It was hot as hell and I had no idea what to do. I’d read books, blogs, forums but when presented with the reality of navigating myself around a world labelled with writing that appears to be made of flowers, I found myself at a loss.
